The Art of Manliness …

It was the fourth time in two hours the Tyrumposaurus Jr. had asked his father. The T-Rump didn’t answer. Their father-son retreat in the Buddy-Feller Badlands was not off to a good start. They could barely keep up with the Flynnhasbeen and his son.

They soon found a small clearing in the grassland beside the rocky ridge of a butte that towered over them. They squatted on their haunches, all eyes following the T-Rump’s every move. Their leader nodded at the knee-high grass around them.